Chapter 476 I am Rocky McCarthy
The battle that broke out in the Arena of Despair plunged every dignitary in the Franklin Hall seats into the ultimate thrill.
Although the Death Arena blocked sound for the sake of fairness and prevented interference and support from outside the barrier, just seeing the aftermath of the magic blocked by the barrier and the silent white light made this group of powerful people feel frightened.
For creatures of level 6 and below, battles at level 8 are like the wrath of gods, and any creature involved will be crushed in an instant.
Three demons of different shapes approached Askosan, forming an insurmountable front.
They are both a solid shield for Sigrid and a fatal spear for Asksan.
The Striker Demon is the most flexible and agile. Even if there is no weapon in her hand, any movement may bring invisible sharp blades, accompanied by bursts of piercing sounds, leaving clear cuts on the ground.
The central defender demon appears mysterious, its blurry figure and body seem to be made of abyss water, with deep black waves constantly undulating.
As long as he stands in the middle, no matter what Askesan's attack or defense intentions are, he seems to be able to see through them and accurately pass them to the other two demons. As the central commander, he summons a wide range of dark power that can swallow everything from time to time. , to drag Askesan into the endless abyss.
The demon in the last row looked lazy, but in fact, with a wave of her palm, she covered the entire arena with curse seals, quickly rotating and merging in the air to form an indestructible floating barrier, accurately protecting the other two. A demon, he withstood Askosang's fierce counterattack.
The figure of Bishop Asksan of Annihilation shuttles through the Arena of Death.
Facing the siege of the three demons, he looked extremely embarrassed, and every dodge was full of desperate persistence.
Even the nobles sitting at the table who do not understand magic can understand at this moment that Askosan has little hope of winning if he continues fighting like this.
“Is this really the Summoner fighting the Sealing Master?”
Some nobles in the audience couldn't help but express doubts.
Generally speaking, the summoner's battle requires the summoner to personally serve as the tactical commander and do his best to apply combat instructions and buff magic to the summoned objects. At the same time, the main body can also participate in the battle and interfere with the opponent.
These three summons seem to be completely self-aware, and they are determined to bring Askosan to death!
“I always feel like this is a gang fight, but I have no evidence.”
"But look at Askosan's angry expression, which was so angry that he started to curse. It seems that he also felt that Sigrid was not trying to challenge her."
There was a lot of discussion in the seats in the Congress Hall.
At this moment, the female demon in the back row has used light blue magic to build a translucent bar and seats. She asked Sigrid to sit down and waited for Sigrid's orders like a bartender, showing her professional nature. .
If it weren't for the fact that drinks couldn't be brought into the Arena of Destiny, she might have started mixing drinks for Sigrid.
“Look, this magic is so bright.”
"Indeed, but Wang has also told us that if he uses level 7 or above magic as fireworks or light shows within the city limits of his hometown, he will have to pay a high fine even if no public damage is caused. One time he My friend, who is also a teacher and friend, was fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly removing the barrier to stop an unexpected campus athletic event."
“Then his friend is quite powerful. By the way, why can campus athletics be involved in such an accident?”
“The king didn't say.”
Sigrid did nothing. She sat on a chair and watched Askosan in the distance being chased by two eighth-level epic demons. From time to time, she briefly chatted with the demons around her.
On the other side, Askesan was surrounded by three big demons. No matter how angry he was and wanted to scold Sigrid for being shameless, he had no time to vent his emotions.
All his anger turned into a ferocious smile.
Because at this moment, Sigrid thought she had a chance to win, but in fact she didn't know what was going to happen next!
Outside the Arena of Death, to the right of the Council Hall, at the seat of the Archpriest of Annihilation.
A figure was also watching the fierce battle that broke out in the center of the hall with concentration.
Mixed with the tense and expectant atmosphere in the hall, the behavior of the Archpriest of Annihilation seemed more secretive and profound.
His thoughts and calculations are all hidden behind this desperate battle, waiting for the right time to show off his killer move.
Askesan's clone stayed outside the court, his eyes constantly wandering across the upper left side of Franklin Hall.
Sitting there were the southern nobles of the House of Lords.
Even though it is a bit difficult to focus on the clone outside the battlefield, Asksan is already convinced that this magical aura is somewhere within his surroundings.
In the vast Franklin Hall, analyze the magic power fluctuations on the suspects one by one. Sooner or later, the Holy Son of Tyrant will be screened out based on the magic power characteristics.
According to inference.
Askesan believes that the Holy Son of Tyrant is most likely to be a minor nobleman.
The probability of him being in the House of Lords is greater than that of being in the House of Commons.
Secondly, the Son of Tyrant has the greatest probability of being in the southern aristocracy, followed by the eastern aristocracy, and finally the northern aristocracy.
So you should start looking for them from the nobles in the south. It will take a little time. It will be enough to hold the three demons on the battlefield for a while.
Silly Sigrid and her three demon eagle dogs had no idea what was about to happen.
The moment he finds the Holy Son of Tyrant, it will be the moment when he reverses the outcome and makes Sigrid regret for the rest of her life!
In the Arena of Despair, Askesan's body was constantly flashing with rich gray magic power, condensed into sealing runes. Under his control, he switched from offensive to defensive counterattack, resisting the siege of the three demons as much as possible.
However, the fighting methods of the three demons are extremely cunning and cruel. They are like predators in the darkness, launching surprise attacks on Askosan from all angles.
The solid barrier of the barrier demon, the sharp blade that cuts the demon, and the endless darkness of the abyss demon. Every round of organized and disciplined offensive consumes Askesan's physical strength and mana.
They are obviously living beings, not summons!
The summons have already come to fight him desperately.
And these three demons didn't want to trade their lives for their lives at all, they just wanted to consume him to death without any injuries.
What a pity this is a bad move!
The battle continued, and the barrier was filled with thick gunpowder smoke and sporadic firelight like an iron foundry. Asksan's body was scarred, but his eyes were burning with fire.
After several confrontations, Askesang suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing technique, and several sealing circles instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disc-shaped barrier.
When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on the barrier react like living creatures, absorbing and transforming these attacks, and reflecting them back to the demons.
The reflection power of the barrier is extremely powerful, and even the three demons are on guard. Rather than forcefully breaking it, it may be better to wait for the barrier to naturally weaken and fail.
Under the command of the central demon, the three demons' offensive turned to preparation and control, and was no longer as wild and unruly as before.
By this point, this desperate battle has already reached a fever pitch, and every collision between the two sides may determine the outcome in the next moment.
This is the key defensive sealing technique that Askosan finally used. It can only buy him a few seconds to concentrate on the sidelines.
His clone who was left on the seat of the Archpriest of Annihilation outside the arena had a frown on his face.
its not right.
How come none of the seats in the southern and Batian branches on the opposite side can match the magic frequency?
Those in the east were also screened, because the nobles and congressmen in the east sat far away, so there were very few suspects.
Could it be that that guy is actually hiding in the northern seat?
And vaguely.
Askesan always felt that the Holy Son of Tyrant was closer to him than he imagined.
It feels like itching on my body, but I can't quite pinpoint where it is. Every time I scratch it, it's in a slightly different position, as if the position is completely reversed.
The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became, causing Askesan's clone's arms to tremble a little.
at this time.
Askesan's clone felt a magical aura, like a thread on his body.
This frequency of magic power is exactly what he is looking for, the Holy Son of Tyrant!
For the weak, even if they just cast their eyes on the strong, there will be fluctuations in magic power, and they will be counter-detected by the strong.
Askesan, an eighth-level mage who is extremely sensitive to magic power, can instantly detect the subtle changes in magic power just now——
Just like the Holy Son of Tyrant, for some reason at this moment, he took the initiative to observe himself!
Good guy, you actually dare to throw yourself into a trap, don't you? !
Although he didn't know the purpose of the Tyrant Son to explore himself at this moment, Askosan was convinced that only he could feel the rough and immature magic power fluctuations, and the other party was not aware of it at all - this secret observation had already He, Askesan, noticed it!
The Holy Son of Tyrant is right behind him.
Finally, I found you!
Asksan laughed ferociously, and the cruel smile on the corner of his mouth was the expression of a hunter who has discovered the weakness of his prey.
He turned his head slowly.
Found a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him.
That confused and concerned look in his eyes seemed to be asking, Sir, are you feeling unwell?
this moment.
Askesan's clone's eyes widened.
Because the person he saw was—
Rocky McCarthy!
(End of this chapter)
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